The King and the Commons Author:Henry Morley Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: TO AMARANTHA, THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVEL HER HAIR. sweet and fair, Ah, braid no more that shining hair ! As my curious hand or eye, Hovering round thee, let... more » it fly. Let it fly as unconfined As its calm ravisher, the wind, Who hath left his darling, th' East, To wanton o'er that spicie nest. Every tress must be confest But neatly tangled at the best, Like a clue of golden thread Most excellently ravelled. Do not then wind up that light In ribands, and o'er-cloud in night, Like the sun in 's early ray ; But shake your head, and scatter day. [ 3 st. Richard Loeelace. TO MUSIC, TO BECALM HIS FEVER. JJHARM me asleep, and melt me so With thy delicious numbers, That being ravish'd, hence I go Away in easy slumbers. Ease my sick head, And make my bed, Thou power that canst sever From me this ill, And quickly still, Though thou not kill My fever. Thou sweetly canst convert the same From a consuming fire Into a gentle-licking flame, And make it thus expire. Then make me weep My pains asleep, And give me such reposes, That I, poor I, May think, thereby, I live and die 'Mongst roses. Fall on me like a silent dew, Or like those maiden showers, Which, by the peep of day, do strew A baptime o'er the flowers. Melt, melt my pains With thy soft strains, That having ease me given, With full delight I leave this light And take my flight For heaven. Robert Herrick. TIME PASSES. IME is a feather'd thing ; And whilst I praise The sparklings of thy looks, and call them rays, Takes wing; Leaving behind him, as he flies, An unperceived dimness in thine eyes. His minutes, whilst they're told, Do make us old, And every sand of his fleet glass, Increasing age as it doth pass, Insensibly sows wrinkles there, Where flowers and ro...« less